“You are, and I’m going to take care of you.” I settled in between his legs, and Don rocked his hips, making his cock bob.
I pushed his hips down. “Soon, Sweetheart. I won’t leave you desperate. I promise.”
I slid my hands over his thighs, running my fingertips over the inner part. Just like humans, it was more sensitive, if his vocal reaction was anything to go by. The tight pucker of his ass twitched. Part of me wanted to have him roll over so I could eat him out, but I decided it was time to stop teasing him.
Sucking on the tip of his cock, I circled his rim with my finger, encouraged by the grunts and cries coming out of his lips. “You were so patient, so good,” I told him.
“I don’t mind. I like you touching me.”
I kissed his hip. “Now, I’m going to suck you until you beg to come.”
I was losing my mind. Vince was relentlessly working my cock. He couldn’t get the entire thing into his mouth, but he sucked as much as he could, cheeks hollowing with the pressure he was exerting, and pumped the rest of my shaft with one of his hands. His other hand cradled and played with my balls before moving down to my hole. He didn’t push inside of me like I wanted, but he circled it in mind-numbing slowness that sparked a fire in my veins.
Every touch of his mouth, stroke of his tongue, and circling of his fingertip built the pressure in my spine and had my balls high and tight as my orgasm swelled, shoving me toward the edge. I couldn’t stop the moans from ripping out of my throat, and each one sent a wave of lust through Vince.
He tongued my slit, and I jerked. “My Vince.”
Vince slid off me, and I protested. Stars, I was close. I needed him back on me.
He rubbed my glistening tip on his impossibly smooth cheek. “I like you calling me that.”
“W-what?” I asked, panting, unable to think with the amount of pleasure wracking my body. My cock was so hard it hurt. I needed release, and I needed it now.
“Yours. I like it,” he said in a low voice.
My soul stilled. I hadn’t realized what I’d called him. Fear flitted through my thoughts. How far had Vince crawled into my soul?
His mouth returned to my cock, and he moaned around me, sending vibrations up the shaft. All thought left my mind at the pleasure of the wet heat of his mouth and the silk of his tongue. It took all of my control to keep from thrusting into his mouth to chase my pleasure or burying my hands in his black hair to force him to take all of me.
“Please, Vince,” I begged, not caring about the neediness in my voice.
He sucked me harder, tongue working on the underside of my cock, as he pumped me faster, moving in tandem with his mouth. His finger pressed against my hole, and I groaned.
“I’m coming,” I warned him, trying to pull out of his mouth.
A wave of possessive need rushed over my thoughts as Vince silently snarled,Mine.
His claim sent me over the edge, and I immediately thought,Yours. I found my release with a bellow as I jerked under him, spurts of seed coming out of me. My eyes scrunched closed, depriving me of the sight of him swallowing my release, and buzzing filled my ears.
Vince worked me through my orgasm, milking every drop from me, until all tension leached out of me and I was boneless beneath him. He licked me clean, making me shiver, then started pressing kisses over everywhere he could reach.
“So good, Sweetheart. You were so good. You were such a good boy.”
The compliments plus his happy thoughts soothed me. Vince had enjoyed sucking me as much as I loved the attention.
I slowly lifted my hand, giving him a chance to move away, and cupped his cheek.Mine. Vince was mine, and I was his. I’d tried to deny my growing feelings for him, but I couldn’t. I wanted to take care of him, protect him, and belong to him. Sadness and fear raged under my scales.
He was leaving, but I knew without a doubt, he was my mate. Once that bond had been made, it was permanent.
I dragged my thumb over his cheek, and Vince leaned into my touch, beaming. I said, voice rough, “Your turn.”
He shook his head, though his hard cock pressed against my thigh. “I’m not ready for you to blow me.”
Blowing. Humans. They were so odd with their many inaccurate words.
“I know.” I carefully made the connection between us, forcing my happiness and contentment at his touch to the forefront and my doubts and fears to the back. I thought of him stroking himself while I watched.
Vince worked at the button of his trousers and shoved them down. His cock popped out. The tip was red and leaking, and I spotted thick veins around his shaft, making me want to trace them with my tongue. The patch of hair that was above his cock made me moan. I wanted to bury my face in it and worship him.
